Education.

"What?" Andrew asked, his shame mingling with confusion. Maria smiled silently and led him into the bathroom, where she started to run a bath.

"I need to learn from you," she said. "Sit down."

He sat on the toilet and she began to finish undressing him. "What do you need to learn from me?"

"Everything," she said. "Believe it or not, I've never really learned anything before."

"What?" he asked. The smell of semen hit his nose as she removed and discarded his jeans and boxers and he felt another rush of shame. "What do you mean? You've learned a ton of stuff. You're- you were a professor!"

"A golem professor," she corrected him. "Do you think I actually went to school? Remember, I was built to be a professor and only a professor. They designed a full personality but locked it down to one aspect. I absorbed knowledge like student names and class schedules, but I wasn't ever going to gain any new skills or understanding."

Andrew suddenly felt a pang of sadness. "You mean you weren't allowed to read books or anything?"

Maria laughed, a bright joyful sound. "It wasn't a matter of permission. I didn't because there was no reason for me to. I didn't need to learn anything so I simply didn't; I was a golem with a task and if something wasn't related to that task, I didn't do it."

The bathtub was now more than halfway full. She turned off the water and slowly, sensually lifted one leg and lowered it into the tub. Andrew watched, transfixed. His erection was already returning. "What's your task now?" he asked.

Steadying herself on the wall, Maria stepped fully into the tub. She sighed at the feeling of the steaming water against her inhuman skin and lowered her body slowly, the water rising with displacement to almost the rim of the tub. "Isn't it obvious?" she asked. "It's to look after you. If golems don't have a task, we have an owner. Our autonomy is an extension of our owners; Madison's owner is her mom, and mine is now you."

"What?" Andrew asked again. "You're- you mean you're my ****?"

"Of course not," Maria said. She took his hand and placed it on her right breast. He moaned softly as he massaged her under the water. "My script makes me behave as an independent person with independent thoughts and desires. I'm a vector, you see? The script provides direction, but you provide the velocity. But to the point, now that I can explore my full personality, I want to learn."

"Yeah?" asked Andrew thickly as he kneeled next to the tub. He was overcome with arousal and had difficulty thinking. "What do you want to learn?"

"Carpentry," she giggled. "And piano and dancing and cooking. But this is my first lesson, Andrew. Before you walked into my office with that release tablet, my knowledge of sex was no more practical than my knowledge of the geography of Tibet. Then you altered my script and it became useful."

"Very useful," Andrew said distractedly. He was staring at her through the water, watching the gentle ripples cascade from his wrist and distort the image of her flawless body. "But what do you want me to teach you?"

"Well, as your professor and secret sexual partner, my task was to pleasure you - a task I excelled at. But now I want to learn about pleasure. I've given plenty of sexual pleasure, but I want you to show me how to experience it."

Andrew's breath caught in his throat. "Y-you want me to show you how to masturbate?" he stammered.

Maria laughed huskily, already aroused from his work on her chest. "Of course not," she said. "I want you to show me how to enjoy it."